Hate when they call me superstar
Do I look like a superstar?
Yet unreachable and very far
Ever noticed Im right here wit yall?
I cover my face because
They do not need to see
I aint no gangsta or no thug
I am just being me
The world smells of drama
So I cover up my nose
The faces like film leavin out too long, gets overexposed
Getting praised by magazines
From the girlfriends in my clothes
I hope they still love me when I shun away cuz I am afraid to blow
WANT WAR?
Well!
WAR WELL GIVE!
Well be rocking this
BANDANA!
Well you/So You
CANT SEE SHIT!
Now the fear of blowing up
Definitely takes its toll
It sends its demons down to your mind to take control
If it thinks its got my mind
Well it better think again
I got the pleasure of the piano
and this powerful pen
But you
(/i> You!}
You want 15 minutes to shine whats your concept?
Whats so interesting?
Whats your desire?
Soon as you get your cover story
And your precious headlines
So sorry, so sorry, so sorry
Theyll just fuck you from behind
WANT WAR?
Well!
WAR WELL GIVE!
Well be rocking this
BANDANA!
Well you/So you
CANT SEE SHIT!
I dont wanna blow up
Im smiling cuz I know
All the pieces that make me me
Will glisten from my soul
My self-esteem is not a fake
It comes from within
Come and take a picture,
Ill sign whatever you want my friend
Still
(/i> Still)
Still
(/i> Still)
Yeah!
War...
WANT WAR?
Well!
WAR WELL GIVE! Well be rocking this
BANDANA!
Well you/So you
CANT SEE SHIT!
WANT WAR!
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